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Title: What's a man to do? (3/3)
Author: (anonymous for now)
Summary: Suffering from a curse that causes oddly specific impotence, how can Severus help Hermione get what she wants?
Prompt: Many years ago, for refusing Professor Vector's advances, she cursed Severus to be impotent. Since Severus pined for Lily, it did not matter to him he was cursed. Now after the war, Hermione has caught his eye.
Prompter: [livejournal.com profile] bonsaibetz
Warnings:
Notes: I veered a little from the prompt, I hope no one minds too much.
Some smut (obviously), a little plot, a splash of humour, a little fluff, perhaps a smidgen of angst, and potentially OOC in places. Characters and places belong to JKR, I'm just playing for fun, no money made, no harm intended.


The next day dawned bright and fresh – the same couldn't be said of a good portion of the adult inhabitants of the Castle after the night before. Severus was waking up to a light breeze and birdsong, but could be thankful that due to the room's relative position there was no direct sun until mid-morning. He stretched under the cover, now dropped to his waist, before he remembered a) where he was b) who he'd been with, and c) what they'd been doing the night before for him to wake in a strange bed. He could probably have coped better with it all if he hadn't had the sudden realisation that d) the oddly comforting dream of domestic bliss he's woken from wasn't real after all and e) Hermione Granger was leaning against the door frame with a frown on her face and a mug of tea in her hand as she studied him.

“Good morning,” he offered non-committally, sitting up with his back against the headboard and scrubbing at his face with both hands. Peering through his hair once again he noticed she had a cotton dressing gown wrapped around her, whereas he had left his trousers over the back of a wooden chair last night, so there was no way of slipping them on casually without exposing his skinny bare arse to her. Why had he 'gone commando' yesterday? He certainly hadn't been thinking he'd get lucky. Looking over to her dressing table, where the chair stood, he noticed she had put his shirt and coat on it, too. Just as he screwed up his courage to rise and grab them, she turned and walked away.

“There's tea in the pot, I thought you'd like some,” she called over her shoulder as Severus dived across the room and pulled his trousers on. Sticking his arms through the sleeves of his shirt, he glanced around for where his shoes and socks had ended up, but gave it up when Hermione called to say she was pouring him a mug. He called back his thanks, but managed to bite down on his tongue when he nearly added it felt like something had died on it – considering where it had been the previous night, that was the way to a good hexing. Instead, he settled on casually walking out barefoot while he buttoned his shirt and rolled the sleeves up a little after a quick trip to the loo. A steaming mug sat on the low coffee table in front of the sofa, and Hermione was curled up in her chair, so he sat. He wondered if his shoes were with his robes.

Severus ignored the problem for a moment as he drank his tea; strong, bitter and just a splash of milk, just how he liked his morning cuppa. As he drained the mug down to the dregs he saw that Hermione was holding her more delicate mug in both hands, and studying him as she sipped. He supposed the fallout was going to come sooner rather than later, and as if she had read his mind (she couldn't, he occluded out of habit) Hermione started speaking.

“Firstly, I want to thank you for last night, Severus. It would have served me right if you'd turned on me, but instead you made things right – I'll not forget that. Secondly, before I say anything else, I consider the favour I called in to be well and truly paid. I asked you to make love to me, and you made me feel that and more, made me feel special, and went so far as to stay with me afterwards, like I asked. I'll not forget that, either,” she turned deep brown eyes on him, biting on that damned lip like she used to as a student. Severus was fighting the need to fidget as she studied him, much like when Minerva peered over her glasses at him. Was this where he got kicked to the kerb? 'Thanks, Severus, it was good,but...' Hermione suddenly looked like he felt.

“I know I suggested that we try and carry on as if I'd originally said nothing, but that was before...” she trailed off as she leaned forward to put her mug down, and clasped her hands in her lap. “Well, if that is how you would like things to go forward, I will of course respect that, but I'll be honest with you, Severus, I... I would like a chance to see if we could somehow make this work between us.”

He was gobsmacked. He surreptitiously pinched himself; this was obviously his earlier dream and he hadn't woken up at all. No, he was awake, he thought, rubbing the spot on his thigh he'd just abused. Hermione was looking nervous as he remained silent, so he picked up the mugs and returned them to her kitchenette to give himself a little thinking space.

“Okay,” he said as he padded back in. “I can't say I'd be unwilling to give it a go, but I'd like to give it a week, maybe two, for you to think about all the consequences and distractions that would come from a relationship with me before we go ahead.” Hermione was nodding her agreement enthusiastically, a relieved smile on her face.

Running his fingers through his hair to pull it away from his face, Severus fixed her with a look before she could add anything. “And I won't be another of your 'little projects.' I know what you are like, witch, and I've already wasted enough time trying to fix things. If you want me, you take me as I am. Is that understood?”

Hermione cried 'yes' as she stood and rushed over to hug him. He allowed his arms to wrap around her in return, and was happy to reciprocate when she planted a kiss straight on his lips. Somehow, things started to warm up, and soon enough he found his tongue wrestling hers and his hands were running over her hips and arse, admiring the handfuls he hadn't had much of a chance to appreciate the night before. Hermione was warm and soft, pressing those lovely breasts against his chest and moaning delightfully into his mouth. He was sure he could get used to this, at least in private. His hand on the base of her spine pressed her closer, so he could feel the gentle grinding movements she was making. A pleasant tingling shot through his groin. Gods, but that felt good, almost like—

Severus pushed Hermione away, returning her questioning look with a wild eyed one of his own. Without a word left her standing there as he dashed into the loo once again and dropped his trousers There, sure enough, was his todger making a small but hopeful attempt to rise to the occasion, and there was a low tingling in his balls, too. He didn't know what to make of it, but wasn't going to miss the chance. Dashing back out he nearly gave a confused Hermione whiplash as he grabbed her hand and pulled her back to her bed.

Dropping his trousers fully, Severus gave her an eyeful of what she hadn't been given the chance to see the night before. He huffed at her through his nose when she gave a glance of polite interest at his exposed tackle and asked if he was feeling alright, but decided to let it pass as she didn't know any better. Throwing off his shirt, he reached for the belt of her dressing gown and was very pleased to find she was naked underneath.

“Please, love, just come and lie with me here on the bed. I'd like to feel you against me,” he asked hopefully, and despite his odd mood swings she seemed happy to oblige. Hermione was even more inclined to explore him with touches and kisses than the night before, and Severus was glad of it. Surreptitiously he reached down for an experimental tug or two, though there was only a little improvement. Still, this was more than he'd manage in years, so he continued to enjoy sharing gentle caresses and murmurs as she lay by him.

Severus was wondering if Hermione would be expecting more of what he'd given her the night before when she suddenly turned him onto his back and attacked his nipples. Smaller and harder than a woman's though they were, his would still pucker up and get incredibly sensitive when he was aroused. It seemed they were showing signs of improvement as well, and when Hermione dipped her lips over one to suck slightly and flick it with the point of her tongue while scraping the other with a fingernail he nearly threw her from the bed as he shot upright – in more ways than one. A jolt of current ran straight from nipples to groin, and now he was looking in wonder at the erection in his lap. Okay, he had to admit it wasn't looking at its best, a little half-hearted and leaning to one side, but all Severus could do was grin at it.

Hermione leaned over his shoulder to see. “Is that...?” was all she asked as she looked at his pride and joy. He supposed he could understand why she wasn't really impressed, but he would forgive her anything as she reached around him and grasped his cock to examine it. It was good to feel someone else's hand on him for a change, and he wondered just how far he could take this. Gripping with a pleasantly firm hand she gave him a few good tugs as she asked, “Is this normal? I thought you said you couldn't get it up.” Severus laughed at her suspicious tone.

“No, my Mistress of Charms, I've not had anything, not even as much as this rather pitiful effort, for years. Now, your hand is a wonderful thing but,” and here he tipped her onto her back and loomed over her. “I think I'd like to try something else – if you are willing?

Catching her small nod, he reached down and felt between her folds, finding her growing wet enough with a small effort on his part. Once she got the idea, Hermione was happy to help, pulling her knees up and spreading them wide so he had better access. Severus took his still flexible cock in hand and pumped it a few times while he dragged the head through her folds and collected the juices there. Hermione whimpered as he brushed against her clit, urging him on vocally but kept herself still as he began to try and enter her.

After a few fruitless prods he was able to ease the head in past her entrance with the help of a couple of fingers acting as braces. He winced apologetically; he doubted it was any more comfortable for her as it was for him, but she gave him an encouraging smile all the same. Slowly he pushed into her, careful lest he bend his cock painfully, sweat pouring off his face as he concentrated. Once he was fully inside he took a deep breath, revelling in the feel of moist heat surrounding him after so many years, and slowly started to rock his hips, careful of pulling out too far as he held himself over her.

Hermione was propped up and looking down at where they were joined. He just hoped she didn't start asking questions or something, and was thankful when she seemed to understand how precarious he felt. Everything seemed to be going well, then she squeezed him internally as he got into a rhythm, and it all went to pot. No matter what he thought of to slow the inevitable, Severus found himself thrusting erratically while his balls tightened, then coming in Hermione until his sorry-looking cock popped out and finished delivering its load messily on her thigh as it deflated once again. He was mortified. What is more, he'd been so fixated on himself that he'd forgotten her pleasures. Severus made a move to try and rectify that, but Hermione stayed his hand and said he could see to her later. He nodded, hoping there would be a next time, and waved his wand to clean the both of them before pulling up the cover and lying back with his forearm over his eyes.

After all this time things had been looking good, and he went and made a pig's ear of it. Still, when Hermione reached for him he didn't make a move to stop her, so she scooted across to tuck herself into his side. “Is that really the first time you've had an erection since, since whatever happened?” He couldn't help himself as he laughed; he should have known she wouldn't be able to leave it alone too long.

“Yes, and no. I've had erections in private, never had a problem there, but not with someone else with me. I couldn't even manage it if the person was just in the room and I was 'polishing my wand' under the table where they couldn't see.” Now she looked thoughtful, a look he was familiar with, but she still didn't push it.

In fact, it wasn't until after they had a pleasant brunch together she asked if she could try something else, and before he knew it her lips were on him, sucking gently while her tongue made itself known under his wrinkled foreskin and into the slit on top. He could have cried when he felt himself start to respond – whatever this enchantress was doing, she was doing it right, and she was soon openly admiring his near-full erection with her eyes, hands and mouth. Before he let it go too far he had hoisted her onto the small table and entered her properly, managing a credible few minutes and making sure she came before he threw his head back and roared her name in completion.

Later, after bathing each other, applying salves on muscles that neither of them had used much in a while and removing any marks that might be visible once dressed, each of them returned to their few weekend duties as if nothing had happened. Meeting at the High Table for dinner they greeted each other cordially before finding their seats, and made pleasant conversation with their neighbours. Once finding themselves alone on a landing, however, Severus grabbed Hermione's hand and they scampered off to her quarters, where he pinned her to the door as soon as it was shut to ravage her mouth and neck. When he stepped back he found all his buttons had been loosened, and Hermione ran past him with a playful shriek. He gave chase while clutching his trousers so he didn't trip over. So much for waiting a week!

Later still, after they were sated for the time being, Severus held Hermione close, his large nose in her unruly and bushy hair, and wondered aloud if it was possible he might overwork his newly revived cock. She gave a sleepy snort from somewhere near his armpit and suggested he might consider that not using it could cause a relapse, and they both laughed with each other. Despite his earlier injunction, Severus told her a little more about his previous condition, and asked if she had any ideas. He watched her think for a while, then she leaned over, looked deep into his eyes, “Perhaps,” she said, and nothing else as they began to kiss, caress and cuddle.

Much later, but not too much, as they finished moving their things into their new quarters together, she would tell him her theory, and he could see nothing wrong with it.

Date: 2016-09-05 09:44 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] bonsaibetz.livejournal.com
Oh, lovely, smutty, a bit fluffy and wonderful! And I want more. Thank you MA for fulfilling my prompt and doing such a delightful job of it. I feel like Christmas has come a little early with this fic. Thank you, so very much!

Date: 2016-09-06 04:08 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] eoforyth.livejournal.com
I am so glad you like it, and thank you for a great prompt. I generally find it hard difficult to write anything close to smut, but when I saw you prompt the 'you don't need a working prick to make love' line popped into my head, and I knew I wanted to try.

Date: 2016-09-06 02:54 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] krissy-cits.livejournal.com
Cheeky Hermione--I love that she has a spell for undoing buttons. :) Great fic!

Date: 2016-09-06 04:11 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] eoforyth.livejournal.com
Thanks. Obviously she's been thinking of the practicalities of the whole thing before she ever propositioned him - best be prepared!

Date: 2016-09-06 03:29 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] too-dle-oo.livejournal.com
Hermione's practicality and blunt nature suit her so perfectly. And then... THEN... Ah!

I think these kids are going to make it after all! Thanks for such a marvelous ride, of wanting and thinking you'll never have, of doubting and taking on the self-loathing, of OVERCOMING what seemed like insurmountable barriers, and of finding a perfectly imperfect relationship in the end.

Date: 2016-09-06 04:44 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] eoforyth.livejournal.com
Thank you so much. I was hoping to make the last part as long as the first two but I got hit in the face by the deadline, so I'm glad I managed to get most of what I wanted to write across

Date: 2016-09-06 07:21 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] too-dle-oo.livejournal.com
Deadlines are brutal! Still, I love the central idea of overcoming something that you think makes you unloveable. I feel like this prompt could have gone a little bit out there, but your story has a lot of heart!

Date: 2016-09-09 02:03 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] di-lamerr.livejournal.com
Oh they were so sweet. I have bets on the curse too!
I enjoyed your story, Thank you!
Edited Date: 2016-09-09 02:03 am (UTC)

Date: 2016-09-09 03:49 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] eoforyth.livejournal.com
Thanks, I'm glad you like it. Severus was a bit OOC in places, but don't let him hear you call him sweet (even if he is) ;)

Date: 2016-09-19 01:49 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] hbart.livejournal.com
Hooray! It all worked out. Of course, there are so many things they need to try, just to be sure it works properly in all situations. I'm sure they've already started ... ;)

Date: 2016-09-19 06:40 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] eoforyth.livejournal.com
Oh, yes, must make sure he is fully functional. We don't want Severus to have a relapse or anything, and Hermione is handy with the research and, um, everything ;)

Thanks for reading and reviewing

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